For a good time: Brush your teeth with minty toothpaste and then go to your local coffee shop and drink mint iced tea.

Every one is going back to school. I am not remotely envious.

I gave Andrew an essay to critique and he responded intelligently and thoughtfully. He also said that he enjoyed the exercise of critiquing it and that we should start a salon. So now I shall act as though that were an excellent idea and isn't he clever to have thought of it and he shall never know that it was carefully planned by The Women... unless of course he reads this blog... which I don't think he does... although what do I know? I didn't think any of you read it except for Storeyman and Stina, and yet... Anyway, do men ever just assume that, while they may not know exactly what is going on, they are somehow being manipulated by women? They probably do in a negative way, which is a shame, because in my experience they are usually happier for our behind-the-scenes maneuverings.

Interestingly, the things that Andrew critiqued are the ones that Dani liked.

There is an EightBall on the counter at Cafe Luna which has never failed to tell me exactly what I want to hear. I'm always so happy with its responses that it never occurs until later to me that none of it actually happens. I think I am happier being told that my dreams will come true than I would be if they actually came true. I think many of us are the same.

It is pouring rain. The rain here is Biblical in its proportions. The thought of leaving lays me low and renders me unable to breathe. I love the jazz on the radio and the tattoos on the back of the girl who just passed my table. But much better to leave while I feel this way.